Apparently that thing that I thought might be finished kind of soon? Nuh.
Apparently the non-working, manly section of the family is questing to Kingston for gourmet hamburgers. Apparently they come in a red caravan. Apparently they taste good. But I guess I'll never know, because I'll be at work. Working. And eating leftovers.
Apparently my whining and self-indulgence aren't finished yet either. Sorry everyone.